Leapfrog Lady, you manage to thwart this plan every stinking time.
I recognize you immediately, you in your silver minivan, wearing that expression of absent hostility. As I am forced to pass you in the right lane (because you're doing a pitiful 65mph in the left), I get that familiar sinking feeling. It's gonna be a long ride.
It's mere moments before I see you again, this time via my rear-view mirror. There you are, riding my bumper like it's your full-time job. Naturally, I move over to the right, allowing you to pass. Great.
Of course, it is only a matter of time before my cruise-controlled speed brings us together again, for you have abandoned your previous pace and are now trolling along, once again, in front of me.
Leapfrog Lady, I'm becoming annoyed.
This time, I pass you on the left, maintaining my consistent speed like a good motorist. As I do so, I glance thru your window. I'll be darned if you're not smirking.
I grip the steering wheel and clench my teeth, grinding them in frustration. Soon you're riding my bumper again, and this time I'm not feeling so nice. I'm in the right lane, for Pete's sake! Why are you 2 feet behind me? So, I tap my brakes, hoping that you'll get the hint. Instead, you cramp me more.
I curse under my breath. (Sorry, Grandma, but it's true)
Stifling my intense fear of police officers, I put the pedal to the metal, hoping to lose you for good. Soon it appears that this strategy, though risky, is successful! I can feel the stress melting from my shoulders. I take a deep breath and relax, looking forward to smooth sailing ahead.
And then, just when I've convinced myself that you're gone, I catch a glimpse of silver out of the corner of my eye. There you are, Leapfrog Lady, chillin' in my blind spot.
The saga continues...
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